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This is a headache.

It was even more troublesome than meeting the Hunjun in ancient times.

Even if they want to rise up, they don’t know who to fight!

I heard a sense of helplessness in Wu Ling's tone.

Things have developed to this point, and it is difficult to tell clearly whether God wants to erase all supernatural things, or whether he wants to make those supernatural things appear openly and openly in front of everyone. A few hundred years ago, it would probably have been the former. But now, he may have thought about it and changed his mind, or he may have really lost his mind and is already messing around.

In my mind, God has always been the image of a crazy old man in movies and TV shows, and he still has that image now.

"The situation is roughly like this. It's easy to say now that it is probably... a controllable stage. That is to say, on our side, the circle is still in a relatively rational stage. But if things continue to develop like this, some people may have some new ideas. At present, there is some news from some hard-line exorcist forces abroad. They want to eliminate all supernatural things, and they have extended their scope to ordinary people who are exposed to those things. In China, some sects and families that have been passed down to this day also want to release information, but they are more afraid of the thoughts and spirits that a large number of ordinary people will have after knowing the truth. At this stage, everyone is doing two things: one is to control public opinion. The other thing is to discuss whether to add some mass-produced amulets to daily necessities, or add some talismans to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits on public facilities." Wu Ling introduced the situation to me.

I think both of these ideas are good and feasible.

But implementation always takes time and manpower.

"You want to help too?" I asked.

"For now, no one knows about our situation," Wu Ling said. "People in the circle probably just think that Master Xuan Qing has contacted us, but we are still trapped somewhere and can't get out."

"Some different space?" I blurted out.

"That's right." Wu Ling replied, "When I inquire about information, most of the time I contact Master Xuan Qing, and some other anonymous ways. It's best for us not to show up, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to Ye Qing. He originally He’s not well-received in the community.”

I thought about Ye Qing's condition and felt a little heavy.

Ye Qing's situation is indeed very bad. No one knows when he will completely lose control. If outsiders saw Ye Qing, they would most likely choose to eliminate him directly. Considering what is suppressed in the office, others may add some more sealing formations and the like to the office.

After talking to Wu Ling about these things, I hung up the phone.

When I arrived at the office, I learned that Ruan Yuxia would be having a funeral today.

Director Ma didn't stop her spirit for long. After all, it was a person who died violently, and the body might not even look like it. Nowadays, we don’t pay much attention to things like coffin, and the procedures for cremation are relatively simple.

The old leader went to the memorial service, and we just discussed it at work.

I went to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants today and didn’t see reporter Yuan.

But when I came home from get off work, I saw reporter Yuan on the bus. Reporter Yuan and a photographer drove by in a different direction than the bus I took.

The scene when Tang Zhuoxi died appeared in my mind.

I feel terrible. In addition to the bad premonition, I also felt flustered.

The vehicle had already driven away, and I didn't see the situation at Reporter Yuan's side anymore.

I lowered my head and sent a message to Wu Ling, asking her about the follow-up treatment of the curse.

There has been no news from Wu Ling.

After I finished dinner and was about to look at the files, I received a call from Wu Ling.

"We found a problem." Wu Ling's voice was filled with fatigue and a sense of powerlessness.

My feeling of panic came again. It seemed that his internal organs were unable to settle down, and it seemed that it was too cold, causing his body to tremble unnoticed.

Wu Ling didn't wait for me to ask, and continued directly: "I can't remove that curse."

This sentence was like a slap in the face, knocking my head out and then waking me up again.

A vague idea in my mind became clear.

"I have read the content of the curse, contacted the person who posted the public account, and Nangong also checked the information on the Internet. We can probably deduce a process now. The curse evolved step by step... It's like a rumor , passed from one to another, and finally changed beyond recognition. The initial blessing spell, or in other words, the initial blessing ceremony, had no supernatural effect. Through step-by-step misinformation and changes, it turned into an irreversible curse. I... ...I contacted Master Xuan Qing. The situation is that if the person who cast the curse is killed and her wish is eliminated, the curse will still happen, and the wish will be realized in a twisted way. Like..."

"It wants everyone dead," I said dryly.

Wu Ling was silent on the other end of the phone.

I continued unconsciously: "It wants everyone to die. It wants to scare everyone. It's going to lift the lid now. It's like the concept of today's people, no, it's like the ancient people's concept of fortune-telling. Being blind means harming the world and is punished by God. In modern times, this is still a taboo in most people's minds. Even those fictional and fictional novels and TV shows have this setting... ...I just want this...Those who kill will be retaliated by ghosts on the spot, and those who get their hands on curses, blessings, spells, etc., will also die..."

Use heavy codes in troubled times.

God may have completely changed. Maybe it can be said to be awakening.

It no longer wants to hide it from the whole world and maintain a superficial calm state.

Truth or Dare may have been a tentative move on its part, or perhaps it took a step too quickly in its haste and made some mistakes.

Now, it has adjusted.

It wants to scare away ordinary people's curiosity about the supernatural, and scare away all those who dare to take risks.

A terrifying atmosphere cannot make the situation better, and may give birth to more terrifying spirits. However, after doing so, whether it is a sharp decrease in the population or fear in everyone's hearts, the situation will gradually move toward stability.

Stability after chaos.

And by then, it might be able to do even more.

Or maybe...

"It just feels like there are too many people..." I muttered.

The underworld ghost police don't have enough manpower, and there are too many souls wandering in the world.

The population pressure is too great, what can be done?

In the world of ordinary people, they can only find ways to improve productivity. Buildings will be built higher and higher, forests and grasslands may need to be opened up into cities, more productive grains will be cultivated, livestock breeding will be optimized, and so on... In short, everyone will be able to survive as much as possible.

The world has already done this.

However, for God, it cannot take care of so many people, and the plan to add new manpower is not feasible, so the solution it can choose becomes very simple.

I have never felt that the almighty God has mercy on mankind. Maybe a little, but only a little. It can kill one or two people without hesitation, kill people like us, and it can certainly cause a catastrophe that destroys mankind without hesitation.

It doesn't require that many humans.

My head began to throb in pain.

The sound of Wu Ling's breathing reached my ears through the mobile phone.

"Your idea makes sense." Wu Ling said, "We have always felt that God is maintaining the balance of this world. We are just a link in the balance, a weight on the scale. It will not affect us alone. How many thoughts does an individual have? So... the next step will be very tragic..."

It’s not meteorites hitting the earth, it’s not icebergs melting, sea levels rising, it’s not volcanoes erupting, the crust cracking...

What will the end of this world look like?

I suddenly thought of the scene I saw when I dreamed of the guide.

Abandoned construction sites, huge monsters, wanton ghosts, and the dead road to hell...

That feeling of despair when running away...

For a moment, I thought of that strange road again. The taxi driver’s name is Song Zang, right? That man was driving on such a road, transporting corpses and picking up strange ghosts...

Possibly, that is the future scenario.

The moment the idea came to me, I felt my eyes go dark.

Additional update 13 for Dongfeng~